Retirement Tiandao Online Poverty Alleviation

Naming is a difficult and serious business, and even a family pet deserves a catchy name.And He Yan's usual trick is - counting.

The deceased grandmother used to raise a flock of ducks in the countryside, and He Yan squatted by the door to count them one by one, and incidentally gave each duck a concise and meaningless name.

The eldest is called Yiyi, and the second is called Erer. When it comes to double digits, the reduplicated words are directly omitted and replaced with numbers.And the name doesn't exactly correspond to a duck.

Today, half of the flower mouths are walking in the head, and the flower mouths are one by one.Tomorrow Black Tail will take the lead, and Black Tail will be one by one.

The thrones are exchanged one by one, and every time the 23 ducks pass by the door, they will go through a philosophical naming ceremony.

You never know who Yi Yi is until you see the first duck.

Surrounded by them one by one, He Yan's brain froze, and he couldn't think of other Chinese characters except Arabic numerals.

"Call one...one...one! How about one!"

"He Qiyi?"

"Why is the surname He..."

Ignoring He Yan's faint question, Gu Zi bowed his head, murmured new names constantly, the corners of his mouth curled up a bit coldly: "Tianyan 49, people are looking for one. You have a heart."

Facing such a restrained and serious face, He Yan felt a sense of guilt for perfunctory others and being treated sincerely and returned down the steps. Firstly, such an unremarkable name instantly became connotative after being explained.

The rain outside the window stopped unknowingly, and the sun rose from behind the clouds in the early morning, accompanied by a few mellow birdsong, swearing that the rainy night will leave.

Avoiding the rain was no longer the reason for He Qiyi to stay. After solving the misunderstanding of the "evil ghost", He Yan didn't know how to get along with He Qiyi, so he casually found a topic: "Well, why do you have to retire? Welfare? Where do you live now?"

"What are retirement benefits?" He Qiyi frowned, "This is my mansion in the world, but it's not a home anymore."

"Then what are you going to do next? If you don't have money, and if you don't have a place to live, it's hard for even a god to live."

"Money?" He Qiyi raised his hand, and a plump gold ingot appeared in his white palm, "If it's this, I have quite a few. Immortal cultivators have long since had bigu, and they don't need to rest. For me, a place of residence is not enough." Necessary. It’s just that I haven’t been to the mortal world for a long time, and I want to revisit the old place, but it disturbs you.”

"It's not considered disturbing." He Yan quickly waved his hand, seeing a trace of loneliness from He Qiyi's expression.

Lonely people are always sensitive to loneliness.

It sounds pitiful even for an immortal to step into the mortal world with no one to rely on after everything has changed.

He Yan immediately sympathized with He Qiyi, and felt that he should do something for him: "Apart from revisiting the old place, is there anything else you want to do?"

He Qiyi thought for a moment and shook his head: "There is nothing else, maybe it is a good choice to see the world."

He Yan nodded, having a good idea, he frowned, and asked a little slyly: "Has the fairy heard what is earlier?"